1. The Old Way (MF, bond, inc, rom, sci-fi)


    Date: 10/6/2014, Categories: BDSM, First Time, Mature, Author: Spectreofhell, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    inching himself into her until he met another resistance. He had two-thirds of his throbbing shaft inside her and he had reached the bottom. He began to saw back and forth, giving in to the primal urges surfacing in his brain. Her moans of pain softened and faded away, and soon were replaced by sounds of pleasure. “I don’t think I can last,” he told her. “I’m going to put my seed into you Mother. Are you ready?” She nodded vigorously, her lithe body shaking under him. He drove into her as hard as he could, feeling white hot fire racing from his heavy testicles and up his long shaft into her body. He pushed harder, spreading her cervix and putting himself right into her womb. She jerked under him, eyes squeezed shut, moaning fitfully as her body was wracked by a powerful orgasm. He semen poured out of him, filling her, pouring ounce after ounce of hot sperm into her fertile womb. It filled her small vagina and began to leak out, spilling over his shrinking testicles to drip onto the bed and down her clenching crack. He sagged with release and lay on top of her panting. The watchful computer released the bonds, freeing the woman now that the act was done. She slowly put her arms around her son, embracing him. His penis was still buried in her body, their crotches flush, and all she could think about was doing it again and again. In all her ...
    centuries of immortal life, she had never known rapture so pure. She tugged at the gag and removed it. “Fallon,” she said softly. “My darling son. You were right, I was afraid, and what I feared has come to pass. This was wonderful, more than I ever dreamed it could be, and I want more. I can not stop now. I will carry your c***d, and we will have another. We will leave this dead city, you and I together, but not as mother and c***d. “We shall be man and woman, as husband and wife.” “Yes, Mother,” Fallon gasped, hugging her. “I am yours.” “We shall have a c***d,” she continued. “That c***d will revive our ancient bl**dline and the mighty powers that are our legacy. We shall watch our son rise to the heavens on wings of flame and purify the galaxy. What we have done, what we have begun, it is the end of all things that are. It is the dawn of a new age, my Son.” “Yes, Mother,” he sighed, pressing his face into her neck. He withdrew from her after a time, but he never fully shrank. They held each other through the night, kissing softly, and eventually made love again. As dawn spilled over the city they slipped hand in hand through the empty silence making their way to the spaceport, and as the last of the old Aristocrats rose from their sl**ping pallets they were greeted by the thunder of a ship hurling itself at the stars, toward destiny.
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